Woodrow who said What the hell is the deal with that big cloud?
Johnny Boy who said I like everything about me except for the boy thing.
Richard who said Ah shucks, it was nothing when in fact it was the apocalypse.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Nobody misses a good vacant lot like I do.
I remember staring at the insurance building for hours.
I sat down right across the street and just sighed.
I sighed so much that I thought I was going to cry.
I wondered what happened to the weeds.
And that little bush that was so pretty.
There used to be a beautiful yellow bird.
Before you know it, I was coughing blood.
That yellow bird once said: blood tastes just
like old fashioned cherry cough drops.

Yves Tanguy is the only guy in the world who
was a surrealist and looked like a surrealist.

Except for Man Ray
and Kurt Schwitters
and Hans Arp.

Salvador Dali looked just like Salvador Dali.

And Max Ernst was a surrealist but he looked like
a super male model. And you know what? Max Ernst
just got better looking every year. Mmm Mmm Mmm.

And poor, poor Yves Tanguy just looked more surrealistic
every year. Eventually all that was left was one big old
broad swatch of hair sticking out and one broad old
swatch of blue that made everyone in the museums
point and say WHAT? in certain languages.

If the surrealists taught us anything, it was that
you can be polite on the surface of the moon,
guns are filled with pink feathers, and its’ perfectly
OK to wear half a mustache to the ball.

His tiny red top hat is made tinier
by his huge velvet green bow tie.
He is a clown with blue lips and waves
of red hair and yet bald with a funny red
nose but just look at the spoon of sugar
krinkles just look at his normal and
fleshy hands.